We arrived at Triple Creek Ranch at dusk, just as the snow began to shimmer. White lights buried beneath snow-covered pine boughs glowed. Up ahead, the grand Main Lodge was a welcome sight. After my journey–a delayed flight and a rough connection, arriving at Triple Creek Ranch, I felt like a cowhand being welcomed to the Big House. The hugs from my friends and a lovely glass of wine were a homecoming to a place I’d never been.

There were smiles all-round, from the front desk folks to the activities director to the bartender. But most noticeably, from the guests. Later, I discovered that guests who go to Triple Creek Ranch come back again and again. The Ranch has bookings through 2030. Couples leave their saddles and cowboy hats there. They know the chef, the guides, the wranglers, and the horses. Sure, the home away from home hospitality

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